My Mirror Thinks I’m an Oscar Winner

03.6.14

For years, I’ve been giving Oscar speeches. I project loudly, shed a few tears and genuinely thank my fans and longtime supporters. The audience stands in applause while shouting their overwhelming approval. Orchestra music fills the room, and I proudly wave my Academy Award in the air.

Then [sigh], I put my oversized robe on.

Sure, I’ve given all my Oscar speeches from a bathroom floor. At least my mirror listens.

My fictional speeches make me feel empowered and grateful and reflective of my own experiences.

The funny part about it is, I’ve never really dreamed of becoming an Oscar-winning actress— and yet, I’ve got my speech prepared and my tissues ready.

There’s something quite magical about the pride that exudes from the nominees. Perhaps that’s why I like to stand in front of my mirror, hair in a bun, makeup-less and teary-eyed, mouthing words of elation.

Maybe I’ll never get my Matthew or Lupita moment. But my fictional speeches make me feel empowered and grateful and reflective of my own experiences.

We’re all so busy with our day-to-day jobs— work, errands, emails— that we forget to reflect on what we’ve done right. Sure, we can always be better. But it’s important to give ourselves some applause, even if no one listens but our reflection.

Because really, the only person who needs to hear it, is you.

So, get that robe on and stand in front of the mirror. The Oscar is yours. ∗